Last night I topped up my theatrical campness level by watching the insanely good, the outrageously gay, the super loved up new version of "The Producers."

I'm a big fan of the original (having only discovered it recently I have formed a love of that film that few men will ever know) so I was a little wary that this new version that chose to put Will Ferrel and Uma Thurman in roles in what I thought to be a way of saying to general cinema audiences "I know Nathan Lane isn't commercially well known, and I know Matthew Broderick isn't a big hairy Hollywood sell-out, but hey, it's got WIll Ferrell in it!!"

But oh, how wrong I was. Ferrell almost stole the show, and would have done if any lesser actors were cast in the roles of Bloom and Bialystock! Nathan Lane was born to play that role. Broderick? Don't even get me started. He was amazing. I haven't laughed at a character that much... ever. I wish I could be half the actor that guy is, though not in height, for then I would be a midget.

Other films watched this week include "The Man" - AKA "The unfunniest comedy of the century" and...

"Doom". I loved this. It was silly, gory, loud, cheesy and fun. It was "Doom", and anyone that says stupid things like "it lacked intelligence" or "plotholes" need shoving through a portal to Mars.

In work news - I'm still battling through the CVs. My voice is on answerphone across the globe (or London... whatever) and I'm just waiting on a few people getting back to me.